This basement window Allows a glint of light Through its high narrow strip of muddied glass. It’s well before dawn now I can smell a skunk sauntering past the yard Which is why my hound has been, well Hounding while I wrote all night…
Tag: 2017 Poetry Marathon
Windows of My Soul
I look out and see the possibilities of my life. A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore. It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled. There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach. I hear the song. I…
Better to start with what I Haven’t missed. I haven’t missed the meals I skipped When the choice was art or Bread I haven’t missed money Unless I was broke and begging But I’d miss any page gone from these shelves I haven’t missed…
Everything I know of me I know because of you. Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue. My literal identity is bridged inside your smile. My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…
Strong and Silent
A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens. Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain. Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch. She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…
Opalescent smile— Rosy cheeks— Enchanted lover.
I’ve been peculating the parts of you every evening and storing them in my soul’s jar everytime I peek into the jar The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air
From A Boys Eyes
I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…
Few yellow pages, Some sun-kissed words, One bright, buoyant and beautiful prose.
I assume she’d tired of her nest. Maybe she just felt like the patio was best. Less stress. She is very protective of the place. Not sure why she would need so much space. Just not commonplace. She runs everyone out of her patio room….